Fujiya, Miyagi x26      As I pretty   As of the band   Lowercase letter S   Spray painted red   It's spray painted red   Yeah, your little arms   Swing on monkey bars   In search of your plot   Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head   Lights      Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head   Lights, a career   Littered with ankle injuries   In the mid to late 1980s   As you're pretty   As of the band   Lowercase letter S   Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head   Lights      Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head   Watching   Unleashing begins   Next to zen, road crossings   My ancient old legs stick to leather and   Seed coverings   Watching   Unleashing begins   Through transparent things   Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head   Lights      Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head   Lights      Fujiya, Miyagi x34      Like pixelated scraps of jazz mags in your head   Lights